"Outside the airlock won't do," Jeon scowled, giving the outer door a quick pound. "Even if we release the hose, closing the hatch will cut off the air again."
"MedBot's got an internal oxygen tank but nothing designed to fit with the suit's couplings," Jeon added, shaking his head. A sudden thought made him glance down at his own suit....
"My suit has to have the same umbilical connection, yes? Why can't we link suits and share our air?"
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"That should work in theory," Replied Marty. "good idea."
It was dark. So dark. So empty. Melkor didn't feel anything when she was hit, just a heavy thump and she was drifting, her magnetic boots locking her deep into position as she began asphixiating, feeling her own systems whirr as error messages displayed on her vision, her skin heating up as stress levels rose, a light orange striking across the lines of her skin before it was snuffed out by slow decompression. She knew it. She would die. She needed help. And she tried calling to no avail. Screaming for Ryleigh, for Jeon, her voice cracking as she shouted, though finally waning as she lost air. "HELP ME!"
The next moments were blurry. Her suit weighed her body down inmensely, and she couldn't use her innate ability for shit. She was doomed, and she knew it. Fear gripped her, even as she regulated her breathing. This soon proved impossible, and before long her vision was gripped with black, and her consciousness faded away rapidly. A sleep with no dream, with no thought, with no feeling, her body ready for death.
It was when a sudden surge of air and pressurization reached her that she woke up with a jolt, gasping and coughing as she shot upright, her voice hoarse as she instinctively held unto Jeon's arm, her breathing off the charts and her heart beating faster than ever. She was alive. And she had something stuck in her stomach.
Alarms were blinking on his suit's control panel, but it seemed to be working. His suit's CO2 scrubber was hard at work literally trying to clear the air, while oxygen consumption was up.
"Medbot, what's the latest on Melkor..?" he managed when the patient bolted upright, her hand grabbing his arm with a grip like iron, making him wince.
"Melkor?" Jeon yelled, hoping there was enough air in the airlock to let her hear him, even if her suit radio was dead. "Melkor, we're in the airlock. Soon as we're pressurized, we'll be inside. Something struck your suit, damaging your panel, but I've got you hooked into my suit. How are you doing?"
He glanced at the airlock display, wondering how much longer the two of them were going to have to wait for full pressure?
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The light inside the airlock chamber was an amber yellow, but the status bar read 98 percent... 99 percent... 100 and the light changed to a cool green. The magnetic lock disengaged and the LED light over the door handle turned from red to green. One of the service androids opened the door and bade them inside, the other help Jeon support Melkor as they walked her into the ship, and headed to the infirmary. Those 12 seconds inside the airlock felt like an eternity.
Melkor and Dr. Jeon
Rey and EmetDr. Jeon and Android sat, the now conscious Melkor on the examination table, and removed her helmet. It hissed out the trapped gasses. Melkor took a deep breath, and sighed relief. Marty spoke over the intercom, “Is everyone alright now doc? If you can, save the suit, we'll have Taunir inspect it later.” Just then the other service android arrived with a spare space suit. “If you wish, you may make use of this space space suit for now miss.” The android spoke in a polite monotone. Marty chimed in once more “Only if you feel up to it, and the Doc says you're medically sound, ok.”
Rey waited for Emet to respond, after a few moments he added, would you be more comfortable speaking face to face?
"Has the shooting stopped?" Jeon demanded angrily. "Who in their right minds shoots at a rescue party?" He glanced at the suit the server android brought, then signed.
"Your system has had a shock, you'd be better off staying inside but I don't know that we would be better out there without you, quite honestly. Here," he said, rooting around in one of MedBot's drawers to produce some capsules. "Simply glucose, it'll help with that rough feeling."
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